When my daughter was in preschool, I became pregnant with baby #2. Being the neurotic mom that I am, I rushed out and bought a book entitled "What to Expect When Mommy Is Having a Baby" to help my daughter more fully understand the pregnancy concept. It was a good book for a preschooler, if a little "too cute." It provided simple information about how the baby grows inside the mom and how it is born, with helpful, anatomically correct but not overly graphic or detailed, illustrations.
My daughter loved it, and I had to read it to her every night for what felt like 6 years but can't possibly have been more than 9 months, since she let me stop reading it after the baby was born.
If you want to get a feel for the book, click here and check out a couple of pages. (Dr. Z, don't get your hopes up. There are no good boobie illustrations here.)
One day when I went to pick her up at her preschool, I overheard the following conversation:
Small kid voice: "My mommy has a baby growing in her tummy."
Preschool teacher's perky happy voice: "That's right, Analisia, she does. LegalMist's Kid, your mommy has a baby growing her her tummy, too, doesn't she?"
LegalMist's Kid: "Well, actually, it's called a "Uterus."
Ay yi yi. I love that she learned the anatomically correct information, and I was proud of her for pronouncing it correctly. Not so thrilled that she felt she should show off her knowledge in such a condescending way!